Prudence: Chapter 5e
Dante drifts into the Red Lounge, his phone pressed to his ear. His call to Flavia doesn’t connect. He checks his phone. It has three bars of reception, so that’s not the problem – at least not on his side. But given all the brick, there must be areas where reception is dubious, which begs the question of where Flavia is. Dante puts his phone away. He’ll try again in five minutes, although he’s already tried three times. He takes a seat at the bar and orders a Bourbon & Coke. The barmaid, Providence, mixes it deftly. Dante stares at her rounded hips, at the size of her breasts. She…
Prudence: Chapter 5a
Constance leans against the edge of her desk, arms folded across her chest. She has been hostess a long time and remembers many eventful nights. Indeed, she remembers every night in vivid detail, once recalling them with condescension and judgement, then with amusement, and now with a wry disassociation. There have been attacks against Icons, fights on the dance floor, journalists sneaking in attempting to find the famed basement, numerous acts of copulation in dark corners, and even an attempted robbery. But tonight has been different because it’s involved an uprising. The only time she has experienced anything similar was the night she was offered the position of hostess. She…